I knit on Monday nights. The things we talk about while knitting. Monday night was, what a three year old said about a lady that had pass gas while she was standing in line at a grocery store. This baby cried out what this lady had did. Who would think that passing gas would make you laugh. I told how my daughter had stuck a plastic pea up her nose.We were in the ER and the doctor had bad breath and my daughter kept saying there was a dragon loose in the room. The closer this guy got the louder she said THERE A DRAGON LOOSE IN THE ROOM. You could have sold me for a penny. When another doctor walked passed and heard my daughter and handed him a mint and said kids tell the truth. My daughter was 5. Tell me your kid story. Donna

One day my son, about 13 years old at the time, came home from school with this story about his very short friend, Mark, my doctor's son.

At recess one of the larger, older children, grabbed Mark by the front of his shirt and hauled him up to eye level to intimidate him. The kid started yelling at him, to which Mark replied: "Has anyone ever offered you a breath mint?" The big kid put Mark down and walked off.

Ah, the power of the spoken word!

Sharon in NW PAI always wanted my own library but I didn't realize it would be all knitting books!

When my son was so little he was just starting to talk, one bleary eyed morning he decided to pay me a compliment and said, "Mom, you have a really nice mustache!" All could do was laugh and then go to the drugstore.